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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    THE BLOOD MOON REVEL IS NIGH! [Chaos Week]
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    All across the land, chaos ensued. Things that have never been fathomed seemed to be happening all over Beqanna. Chaos like this is one sure way to draw out chaotic beings, be they equine or even eldritch jellybean overlords! All this spontaneous strangeness set Gelfling's heart ablaze. She could feel the magic of Beqanna's core stronger than ever, magic seemed to be thick in the air. She felt it pricking at her skin, tugging at her, begging to be played with.
    She followed a dark path that lazily meandered through the forest, a full moon blazed red overhead. This blood moon was perfect for what the fae woman had in mind. Dainty hooves pressed into the mossy path, noiseless, and she emerged into a large clearing, the tree tops forming a dome overhead with a round opening at the very top. The natural skylight allowed for the blood moon to cast the forest floor in a red light, making the mist that hung in the air seem to glow.
    This was perfect.
    Spreading her gossamer wings out as far as they would go, and lifting her head to the sky, she let out a wild cry of elation. As her call rang through the clearing, massive glowing mushrooms of all shapes and colors sprang forth from the ground, strobing softly like massive fireflies. Soon, solitary fae creatures slipped forth from the shadows, yipping and laughing. Drums and pipes began to play a wild tune as the fae danced around their faerie queen of the Blood Moon. Her crystalline voice boomed, laced with the magical lure of charmspeak.
    "COME ONE COME ALL, THE MOON IS BRIGHT! COME AND JOIN MY REVEL TONIGHT! THE WINE IS SWEET AND THE TIME IS NIGH! THE BLOOD MOON RISES, AND THE CHAOS INTENSIFY!"
    With her words still ringing through the night air, she turns and floats gracefully along side creatures both beautiful and terrifying. Wine began to flow from the stream, and spirits were high. The revel is now...let your freak flag fly!
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